Charlotte called Detective Fontaine twice throughout the morning, but was told to call again an hour later, and then in the afternoon. There wasn't much more she could do from home unless she planned to stay on the phone all day. If she went to the office, Floyd would send her home. If she went to Logan's apartment to meet with his team, they'd tell Logan, and the last thing she wanted to do at the moment was think of him.
What on earth had gone through her head to encourage him like that? Sure, Logan wasn't by any means unattractive, but she wasn't a silly teenager who kissed people just because they seem so alluring when they're flirting with her. A part of her regretted lying to him about Edward. The truth was Edward had been the last thing on her mind when she was kissing Logan. All she could think of was how different his kiss was, and how she'd never felt someone want her but restrain themselves so much at the same time. She didn't even know how to put into words how d
Charlotte dove towards Mary, pulling her head up and checking to see if she had bumped it against the mirror. Thankfully, there was no blood pouring out of her skull. "Doris!" she cried out, and the woman was already behind her and began to help Charlotte pull Mary out of the dressing room. The once pleasant and almost too sweet voice of the saleswoman was replaced with a stern and serious efficiency that surprised Charlotte. She hadn't given Doris much credit. "We'll place her on the couch," Doris ordered Charlotte. "Hold her head up, and check to see if she's breathing. I'm going to call 911. If she opens her eyes, try to keep her awake. Do you have any idea what could be wrong?" "No," Charlotte said as the two dragged Mary towards the couch, taking care not to hurt her. She was so light that it wasn't hard to move her, but the dress she had been trying on was huge, and it was hard to walk and not step over it.
Logan had really messed up this time.When Charlotte had been shot, he promised himself he'd stay away from her physically as much as possible. Clearly, everything her friends had warned her about was true. Logan was trouble, and sometimes, no matter how much money he could throw at problems, trouble seemed to follow him.It was easy to avoid her when she was in the hospital; he wished he could go visit her but knowing that her mother would be there deterred him. And he had slipped once, after all.The correct thing would've been to cut all contact while she was recuperating, but noooo, Logan went and got her a mobile cell phone, that now made her available to him at all hours of the day.It was infuriating how Charlotte had no idea of the effect she had on people. Well, it was obvious she knew she was pretty and that she turned heads wherever she went. But it was more than that. She walked through the world as if she intended to own it, and not wit
Mary was going to be fine.The doctor who looked at her came out to talk to Charlotte a few minutes after she got off the phone with Edward, and since she was the nearest of kin present there, she was the one who heard the status first."We're still not sure what caused her to bleed so much, but she's stable and so is the baby," the doctor said. "You are the cousin, right?""Yes," Charlotte said. "I'm her closest relative here in Atlanta.""Well, for now, she's going to require absolute bed rest. She won't be able to work, carry things, cook, anything. I want to keep her overnight until we get her test results, and then she can go home.""Thank you, doctor," Charlotte said to the woman.The doctor's gaze lingered on Charlotte a little longer, and Charlotte was about to ask her if there was something else she needed to tell her when the doctor spoke again."Now I remember! You were brought in about a week ago. Rubber bullet
It had been a very long day for Charlotte. Starting with their trip to Mrs. Vazquez's home, Logan's kiss, then lunch with Floyd and the incident with Mary at the bridal dress shop, Charlotte was definitely not respecting the doctor's orders to take it easy. She didn't do so many things on a normal daily basis; now that she was supposed to be in bed or at least, resting, she had been all over the place.And now, in an hour, she'd be meeting Mrs. Hamilton in her home. She thought of telling Logan about it but then change her mind. He might want to dissuade her from going, and she needed to see the face of the person who most likely ordered the attack on her. She would be safe in the woman's house since she personally would never get her hands dirty and hurt Charlotte herself. No, she was a coward, and Charlotte wanted to see how she lied to her face.From what she gathered from Logan, Julia was a very good liar. But Charlotte was better. She was, after all, a South
"Is everything all right?" Charlotte said, not quite understanding what was unnerving Julia so much.The garage door banged to a close and the motorcycle engine went dead. Then the gears fell into place inside Charlotte's brain."If you're expecting company we can just talk some other time," Charlotte continued, while Julia ignored her."If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back," she said.As soon as she stood up, the door to the garage opened.A man with dark brown hair and green eyes stepped inside. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans and looked very confused. Julia froze in her place, looking at the man wide-eyed."This... this is my cousin. Al- Alex.""Huh?" the man said, eyes darting between Charlotte and Julia."This is Logan's lawyer," Julia said a little too loudly. "Maybe you should come by some other time, ALEX.""What do I care about that man's lawyer?" the man said with a thick Hisp
Charlotte dozed in and out of sleep while the car kept moving."I'm taking you to the hospital," she heard Logan say, his voice close to her ear."No, I just need to sleep," she mumbled, and then the world went dark around her again.Charlotte realized she was dreaming when she looked down at herself and the body she was in was around ten years younger. She recognized the yellow-flowered dress hat she had never worn again after that day.It was the day that her father died during their family barbecue.It was a hot and humid morning and the air smelled of coal burning in the grill. Her father, dressed in a white dress shirt and khaki shorts had started the fire very early, and Charlotte, having just woken up from a late night of hanging out with Edward on the roof of her house, had just gone outside.A few of her father's friends had already arrived, and the ladies were sitting under the shade of an oak tree sipping colorfu
Charlotte opened her eyes to a dim room with sunlight filtering in through the curtains. She was laying sideways, facing black modern closets that she recognized as those in Logan's apartment. Even before she saw who it was, she felt someone was there in the room with her. She turned around brusquely and saw that a thin, beautiful woman with a blonde bob cut was looking at her. The woman was sitting on a chair near the window holding an open book in her hand. "Oh, you're up! I didn't mean to scare you," she said, setting the book down on the floor and standing up. "I'm Nina, Logan's friend. Let me go get him." She left the bedroom and softly closed the door behind her. Charlotte had a lot of questions, but she doubted that Nina, whoever she was, knew the answers to them. It was already late in the day from what she could tell from the light filtering in through the curtains. How long had she slept? The memories from last nigh
Detective Fontaine showed up at the apartment a little past five in the afternoon, waking her up from the hours-long nap she took during most of the day. He spoke to Charlotte about what had happened the night before. Alfredo Pintos ended up confessing to everything, while Julia Hamilton steadfastly denied having any involvement in the murder or shooting of Charlotte. It would be awhile before Charlotte would have to testify, and Detective Fontaine thanked her for all the tips she had given him throughout the investigation. He evaded talking about whether they had Alfredo on their radar before today, and Charlotte didn't insist, either. Her job regarding Logan's innocence was done, and now she'd have to focus on the divorce case and possible libel suits against the media that had slandered Logan and treated him like the guilty party even before he was charged with María's murder. The team Stuart had set up had left a few hours ago, and Charl
Charlotte headed into the kitchen after splashing cold water on her face, looking for Logan. She didn't know how to explain it, but she felt an inexplicable... emptiness after waking up and not finding him there.Flashes of their encounter last night flooded her mind. She knew she was being ridiculous. What had happened between them -again- was just pure, undeniable sexual attraction. Adding to how much the two had drunk, what happened was just inevitable. That was all it was. It was all slightly blurry, but it still made her blush. Logan was sitting on the wide balcony, enjoying a buffet-style breakfast displayed on the table. It was a lavish feast, and Charlotte's stomach growled in response to the sight. She knew she should take a shower or at least change before letting Logan see her in the state she was in, but her empty stomach was stronger. "Good morning," Charlotte groaned as she slid the glass door open. "Good morning." Logan briefly smiled at her. "We're leaving for Sav
A few hours later, Charlotte couldn’t feel her feet. The upstairs area was apparently reserved only for a few people, so she danced with Logan as if it was only the two of them there. At some point, she sat down and gulped some water, resting her head on the lush velvet couch. The next thing she felt was someone softly lifting her up while the music pounded into her ears.“What?” she said groggily.“You fell asleep.” It was Logan carrying her. His deep voice sobered her instantly. “I can walk!” she quickly said, squirming to set her legs down. But his arms were stronger, and he held on to her. “Your shoe is broken,” Logan said, looking straight ahead. Thankfully, this seemed to be pretty normal around here. No one even glanced in their direction as he headed down a hallway that ended with an emergency exit. Charlotte lifted her leg and realized that it was true; one of the heels on her stilettos was snapped in half. She focused on his face. He didn’t seem angry or annoyed, just
Charlotte sipped on the cool, fruity drink. It was a soothing balm against the humid, night air. Logan’s penthouse had balconies all around it, giving whoever sat outside a view of not only the sunrise over the ocean, but the sunset towards the sprawling city of Miami to the west. “Do you have everything you need?” he asked her, squinting as the last rays of sunlight peered over the horizon, hitting his face and bathing it in a golden light. How had she never noticed how handsome he was? Well, she had, but she had ignored it. For so many reasons… “I have way more than I need,” she replied, setting the drink down and smiling at him. When Logan made her promise that he could buy her anything he wanted, she didn’t imagine just how much he felt enough was. They had spent a better part of the afternoon all over downtown, going from store to store. A valet followed them, burdened by the sheer amount of shopping bags filled with clothes, shoes, accessories, and jewelry. What was
"What kind of deal?" Charlotte pulled back a little. Because of where Logan sat, he towered over her, and this positioning was never good for negotiating. She had learned a lot from body language throughout the years, and it was never good to make deals when one of the negotiators was sitting in a position that implied power."Come with me to Savannah." Logan leaned back against the desk. "This trip I'm taking is not business-related. I'm going to go visit family and attend a high school friend's wedding. Let's pretend that nothing has happened between us yet. We're just good friends attending a wedding. If, after this trip, you want to keep working for me, I will back off and do whatever you want to make you feel comfortable. I will strictly be your boss. If you want to keep doing... this, whatever this is, I will open up an independent law firm that you will own and manage and you can have nothing to do with me. I think it's time you stopped working for other people w
Once the elevator doors opened on Logan's floor, Charlotte let out a long sigh. Things had happened so fast, and she had just realized what she had done. On the one hand, she couldn't be anything but grateful to Janet for telling her the truth about Floyd, and she was only sad she hadn't known this sooner. But because of the actions she took once she learned the truth, not only was Janet out of a job but technically, so was she. Logan had hired her via the company, and even if she was sure he would be happy to hire her personally, it felt a little demeaning for her. Janet was another story. She was her responsibility now. "Is this Logan Hamilton's office?" Janet said, poking her head out of the elevator and looking around as if she had walked into a cave and not an office floor. "Go, go!" Charlotte nudged Janet to step out and then gestured for her to follow. Stuart greeted her at the front desk, and this time, she saw
Floyd walked inside his office and slowly sat behind the desk, interlacing cupping his together, placing them on the desk.Outside, Lisa stood in awe of the scene before her. "Do you-"Charlotte slammed the door in Lisa's face. She'd apologize to her later."I'm not even going to ask what you were doing rummaging through my private files," Floyd said, staring Charlotte down. "I assume you read what's in there?""I did..." Charlotte said, slowly sitting down on the seat in front of Floyd's desk."Charlotte, that was a misunderstanding. A confabulation that my sister made up. She's always envied me, and this was her way of getting back at me for-""I don't care," Charlotte interrupted him. "I couldn't care less what you say happened, Floyd."Then she began to laugh wholeheartedly, out of anger and relief, but mostly relief, because she had been right about Floyd all along, albeit unknowingly. He had been sitting in tha
"I think it's better you read it," Janet said. "I have to go back to the front desk." With that, Janet stood and handed the scribbled paper to Charlotte, and wordlessly left her office.Charlotte quickly picked up after Janet had stopped.Mr. Hamilton: Oh, about Miss Astor. I would like to move her office to mine if that is alright. Now that the divorce is finalized, there are other things I would like her to handle.Floyd: I don't think she'll be working that much in the near future. (He chuckled here.)Mr. Hamilton: Why is that? She seems to be a workaholic.Floyd: Can you keep a secret?Mr. Hamilton: Yes... (He was looking very confused.)Floyd: Janet, you forgot the sugar.I left but stayed outside by the door.Floyd: You can't trust women to keep secrets, can you? (He laughed.) Well, I'm going to ask Charlotte to marry me.
Today was Charlotte’s last day of supposed convalescence, and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t get out of bed the second she opened her eyes. She had nowhere to be until Monday, and the week’s activities seemed to have taken a toll on her; her body was crying for more rest. So, she went back to sleep and woke up to a ringing phone almost at noon. This time she hurriedly stepped out of the bed, almost tripping on her shoes, and made it just in time to pick up. “Hello?” she said. Whoever had called had hung up at the same time. Feeling a little disoriented from waking up so late, she showered and began to prepare breakfast, pouring herself a cup of yogurt and adding an assortment of fruits to it. Then she spent several minutes trying to reach the towing company so it could finally pick up her car and take it to the shop to be fixed. She had put it off
This time, Charlotte didn't hold back. She bit down on his lower lip as their tongues caressed each other's as if the two were finally sating the hunger they felt for each other. Logan pulled her closer, almost sitting on Floyd's desk, and Charlotte clung to his strong shoulders, her hips pressing against him. For the first time in a long time, her mind was blank: the only thing in the world was the man that held her. He grabbed her legs and pulled her on him, making her skirt lift almost to her stomach. "Logan..." Charlotte pulled away a bit. "The door is open." "I don't care," he said, setting her back down on the floor and removing his suit. He then continued to kiss her, his hands navigating her figure, starting with her hips and landing on her back. He then began to kiss her neck, nibbling on it softly as his lips slowly edged closer to her heaving chest. "Do you remember what I told you yesterday?" he said, unbuttoning Charlo